Author's Note: Well this is my first Salling/Agron story (aka Salgron). I've done RPs before but this is certainly a different sort of thing playing both POVs but I don't think it'll be too difficult once you're able to enter their mindsets. Well this is all rambling that you all probably don't care about so I'm just going to get the ball rolling here. Thank you very much for reading! It makes me a very very happy little author!
Summary: In fear you reach out to the person you trust the most, and in Dianna's fear she reaches out to Mark. When he gets a shaking call in the middle of the night he makes sure that it's the last one as her buoy in the storm. A Salgron story about how Mark is called on to help her, and promises to never leave her side since.
Rating: M, I should always just do M because I never know if I want to throw in some naughty language or some sexual content or something…
Characters: Mark Salling and Dianna Agron, a Glee Cast story and there will probably be other cast members later on
READ BEFORE READING THE STORY: This is based off of a rumor I heard from a website that said that after Dianna and Alex broke up, she went to a hotel under a different name, and a 'source' said that she was scared or something dumb like that. Any who! I'm not to say that Alex is really like this, but the rumor inspired me so the story is transpiring like so.
"Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me woahhhh!" The lyrics scream in his face, along with vibrating on his nightstand. Mark's face scrunches into annoyed expression refusing to open his eyes to his caller. He slowly peeks an eye open at his radio clock to see that it's 2:23 in the morning. He hates this song, and why he has it as a ringtone he blames Lea for when she kidnapped his phone one time on set. He had been too lazy to change it back. He lets out a heavy sigh after deciding to answer it, he rolls over taking his phone with him hitting five buttons before finding the right one and answering it, hazily holding it to his head. "Hello?" he asks speaking out groggily.
"Mark?" she asks anxiously on the other end.
"Dianna." He grumbles, he's far too tired. "Who else would it be?"
"Mark…please. I'm really scared and…and I need you to come get me." He's pretty sure she had been crying and or is crying. It was enough to give him a recharge and sit up in his bed already hurrying out desperately searching for his pair of jeans that he left somewhere.
"Why? What happened? Where are you?" his voice sounded almost as frantic as hers. He took a breath composing himself deciding that it would be better if at least one of them was calm.
"It's Alex. I'm at my house…just come please." Now he was sure she was crying, it made him want to punch a wall, or better yet Alex.
"Do you need me to bring a gun, or the police or something?" he said skillfully putting his jeans on while managing to keep the phone to his ear. Something he would have to see if he could do again later.
"No…I just need you, look I have to go but please hurry." She said quietly before abruptly hanging up. This whole thing was scaring the shit out of him, and he the fact that she 'had to go' scared him even more. He didn't even bother with a shirt, instead he grabbed his car keys from his side table by the front door and a sweatshirt that hung on the back of the door before leaving to his car. It frustrated him to no end the distance from her house to his, the only good thing was that traffic was light at 2 AM.
He parked on the curb one house down from hers figuring it best in case a wild Alex was on the loose. He remembered when he came on set one time, it was when they were filming the Britney Spears tribute. He didn't like the way he looked, the way he talked to her, or the way he eyed Mark himself. The guy creeped him out a little bit, but Dianna was a smart girl so he figured she knew how to pick out a good guy. At least that's what he thought. He hated this, he hated him, he hated her crying, and he hated the situation.
Cautiously not wanting to be seen he walked up to her front door, where he could see only a very dim light coming from the living room window. The house was dead silent which made him wonder if she was still in there, or if she was okay. He turned the door knob slowly before pushing the door open. Something was acting as friction against the door which he looked down and saw that he had been scraping broken glass along her wooden floor. "Jesus." He whispered letting himself inside. He dragged his eyes from the broken glass to the living where lamp had been tipped, causing the light to be dim in the otherwise dark room. He stepped inside further shutting the door behind him to hear crunching under his feet, more glass which he now recognized as the two vases she kept in the front hall. He remembers her saying something about how one of them was her great grandma's and it makes him want to shove Alex down a steep dark hole.
He steps forward to the stairwell and peers up it slowly. "Dianna?" a part of him died when there was no answer, or response of any sort. He bites down on the side of his cheek nervously before climbing up step by step. As he gets closer to the top there's more broken pieces of what used to decorate the place Dianna could call home. Pictures that she had taken and hung on the wall scattered the hall, and it makes him wonder how angry could he have been to just start throwing things?
He sees that her bathroom door is shut, and it's his first instinct that she's in there. He knocks softly on the door seeing as it's locked. He calls her name again and knocks one more time for good measure. He presses an ear to the door and he swears he hears a cry of some sort. 'Fuck it.' He tells himself before backing up from the door, he's always wanted to do this ever since he saw it in one of the 007 movies his dad insisted on watching. He gathers himself and kicks the door where the lock is, and pretends it's Alex for good measure. It proves success and the door hits the bathroom wall harshly, it's probably the second piece of damage he's done to her house and makes a mental note to pay her back. The lights are off and there's not a single trace of light in the small room. He flips on the switch and walks forward to the shower where the curtain hung down on one side.
He slides the curtain open not sure what he should be expecting on the other side. He honestly had never been in a situation like this and he wasn't sure how he should be handling it. He looked down at the crumpled form that sat before him. She was staring up at him with one of the saddest expressions he's ever seen, and it's the most distraught he's ever seen her. Her eyes are lined with red, and glazed over with tears. Her cheeks are stained in faint lines of black, which he assumes as make up. "Thank God you're here Mark…" she says weakly keeping her eyes fixed on him, like she's trying to make sure he doesn't leave.
"My God Dianna, what happened?" panic stricken in his voice, he tries but can't conceal it. He leans down and wraps his arms around her firmly since his words alone make her cry all over again and he wishes he hadn't said them.
"We had a fight…but we have to go right now." She manages to choke out with words that are barely translatable.
He's leaning over the ceramic edge of the bathtub uncomfortably in this embrace, but doesn't want to let her go. "Did he hurt you?" he asks not sure if their destination should be the hospital, or call the cops or something.
"No he…almost, but no. It was just a stupid fight." She says softly wiping away the newer tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, pulling away so she can look at him.
"Is he here somewhere?" he figured it would be best if he wasn't for the both of them, but he kind of wished he was so he could beat the crap out of him. It felt long overdue.
She shook her head, using the edge of the bathtub to help herself get up. "He said he was coming back for his stuff…I don't want to be here when he is Mark."
He nods his head understandably taking her hand and helping her out of the bathroom. He kicks some debris out of the way as a pathway for her, making a trail for her to the front door. There's only silence between them, and he doesn't know where to begin so he leaves it that way. He opens the passenger door for her on his car and shuts it after she gets in, and he follows lead.
The car ride is silent, but somewhere along the way he's grabbed her hand firmly, and she returns the grip just as well. It's now 3:30 and it's too late to do anything else so they both agree on going back to his place where she can spend the night. He gives her some baggy pajama pants that his mom got him for his birthday because they have crows on them, and she keeps her sweatshirt on because it keeps her warm. He lets her use his guest room, and he heads back to his room hoping that there's a chance he can sleep in tomorrow. He lays there staring at the clock, because it can usually put him to sleep. He watches as the clock flips from 3:47 to 3:48 when his door quietly opens and shuts just as quiet. He looks up at the small figure approaching his bed, neither of them say anything and he just watches as she climbs in on the other side and faces him.
"Are you okay?" he whispers turning to face her.
She nods "I just don't want to be alone tonight."
He nods his head, and closes his eyes slowly more than ready for sleep.
"Mark?"
"Hmm?" he hums out, not bothering to open his eyes again.
"I'm sorry you had to do this…I'm sorry I got you involved."
He opens his eyes to stare at her, to make his statement more meaningful, "I'm happy you picked me as your help, it's an honor." He laughs quietly, more to himself about the whole thing than anything.
She nods smiling "Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
"Good night."
"Good night lamb."